After the first week at work was over I spent a lazy Saturday just looking round the town and doing some shopping. The next Sunday I decided to go for... a walk into the countryside as the town was a bit boring. I walked for a few miles through a wood and then across some fields before coming to a picture-perfect English village. There was a village green complete with duck pond, pretty houses with gardens full of flowers, a couple of village pubs, some small shops and a cricket ground. The sun. I am groaning with his fullness and my clit is pulsing under my busy fingers. I moan, “Baby, baby, I am cumming!”When he grunts in response, “Cum on my fuckmeat and tell me you love it,” my mouth starts to form the words but can’t keep up with the sensations. Too late. I am cumming, groaning as I lean back against him, my hands on his thighs, and I am gone with it. I feel him shooting deep inside me and my mind feels electric.Creed is right there as I open my eyes. He says, “Come on, guys, I. He squats slightly and indicates for your face to follow, the slowly cooling come juice laying shining on the bench top between your face and the camera. Already you know what he wants and with sluttish slow movements you slide your tongue lasciviously over your lower lip and part your mouth while bringing your face slowly towards your glistening come on the counter. He then places the camera on the edge of the counter right in front of your face leaving it recording and moves away from your. “We, I’m sorry love you can’t help with this, you would be seen, leave finger prints. I have to do this alone.” Heather ended in a whisper, Marek could hear the shake in her voice.“No! You’re not going alone.” Marek stated, “what would happen if you couldn’t find your way back?” Marek kissed Heather and rested his forehead against hers. “We don’t know the rules to this love, you’ve come away from where you died and now your going to leave me to go see this bitch. I, I just worry I could lose.